God’s Adventure (Advent Hymn)

“God’s Adventure” (Advent Hymn)

1. The Light of Hope is breaking in,
God’s lov-ing way to know,
our world to turn from night to day,
your lov-ing kind-ness show.

2. The Light of Peace comes pro-mis-ing
re-lease in deep-est fear,
To keep our hearts, pre-pare us live
Christ’s love, both far and near.

3. The Light of Joy is tuning us
to sing our hearts in You,
In seek-ing, to draw near your word,
in an-swer-ing, ring true.

4. The Light of Love pray settle, God,
your steadfast care in us,
That least and poorest in You may join
in your feast, wise and just.

5. The Light of Christ is break-ing in,
God’s ad-vent-ure now come,
Your way a-wak-en in daily turn,
our jour-ney in You begun.


“God’s Adventure” William B. Jones, 2010/2017 (may be sung to “Jerusalem, My Happy Home”/”Land of Rest”).


field guide



here is the place the light lets in,
f-stop gathering from round,

here is the place you shutter quick,
taking in your right, your left.

here is the place you knurl by thumb,
choosing depth to focus field,

here is the place the image holds,
showing forth the truth you store.

here is the lens you zoom and slow,
daylight filter on your way,

here is the manual you ask,
wisdom guide you as you sight.




strum and bend your fingers pressing,
tips against a fretted edge,
tune a string you thought had broken,
echo testing past regret.

curl your fingers lightly holding,
speak a truth and edge regress,
lyric snug, word lifting open,
letting flow in loosing breath.

wordless night and hope unspoken,
fight nor flight nor fear un-bound,
let the falling moment wake us,
Jesus spinning all around.

voice to raise and tune to match us,
how to be and to bless on,
given brother, sister calling,
breathe again into your song.

green the river

green the river flooding wide,
sand fall sifting fine beside

branches stilting riverside,
warm-spill churning yet inside

long the way rock climbing found,
caught by sight your rapids sound

high the notch-fed surging ground,
course the waters raging round

rising flood in yellow gold,
deep meander back un-fold

leaf in fall the stranding hold,
sandbar edging witness told

green the river ever-side,
winging bird into its flight

wind rise lifting into light,
ever keeping in your sight.

Isaiah 43:1-2

passing by

on the side of the road a poem passes by,
cute and tousle-headed, longing its mother

the sun goes up the river sweeps by
the emperor prowls and hungers

the poem grows on, we protect as we can,
we pray and praise and prophesy

we urge it to word and ask it its dream,
brushing its locks while eying its teeth,

as if it could save us when lions sniff night,
as if it could give us our only life

the child is only a child, we know,
sharpening words against the scatter,

waiting the heat to return, and water
waiting the hunger to lessen its sway

waiting the world to falter and go,
waiting its turn to leave, to arrive.

“in places forgotten”

suppose we walk us as you have before,
path cutting into, depth leading more

suppose you mine us out copper from earth,
coal turning ember, silver out ore

suppose you keep us as lions to fire,
circling ever on your desire

suppose we surface as you conspire,
rock channel through, precious things lyre.

Job 28:1-11